Celtic Contradictions

I am afraid of the night
Yet I must see the stars,
I would cower before the storm
But I must heed its bidding,
I tremble beside the sea
Still I yeild to her embrace,
I grow restless in the springtime
Weary in the fall,
Life beckons to me
I must follow if I can.

©2019 Maggie Grimes

The Giant’s Causeway calls the ancient Celtic mysteries and magics to mind. The stories they weave are spellbinding. MJG

Ocean Dancer

There are times
The wind sings through the trees
And it is the ocean’s voice I hear
The full moon plays with the billowing clouds
But her silver trail paints a path across
the waves
Swaying trees are masts heavy with sail
Straining against the playful zephyr
I close my eyes and breathe
Rich scents of salt and seaweed and mystery
The deck lifts and falls beneath my feet
As the wooden wheel responds to my grasp
Alive to my whim
Unknown, exotic lands call
And I yearn to answer.

© 2019 Maggie Grimes

The sea calls to me, stridently or in whispers, she speaks.

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